Palindrome - Gamma Ray Burn

there are holes near my soul; you put your laser on beam, straight through my seams; ripping my pain, you extol, though you're earth, moribund your sights are on sky, you wanted to fly too close to sun: your eyes I discern, don't turn aside, from hole gaping wide your gamma ray- burn, ray gamma your wide gaping hole from aside turn; don't discern I eyes your sun to close too fly to wanted you sky on are sights your moribund earth you're, though extol you pain; my ripping seams my through, straight beam on laser your put you soul my near holes are there